Intercession.

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The dice thrown down determines who shall enter on that day
Into the jaws of trial and who shall guide the way
As swords are drawn in battle and to foul purpose lent
The devil’s here incarnate the veil it has been rent.
He throws his die upon the earth upon foul purpose bent
The moments pass, his prey consumed. Can this be what was meant?

No, who shall counter in this game? Who shall stand before
The one that hell’s afflicted and guide them to the door?
Who will grasp unto the light and in its presence bare
The one entrapped, and squirming, just who will help them there?
I enter in upon the fray as in My hand I hold
A soldier armed in dread array My purpose to unfold.

He dare not lose for in his hand I placed the thread of life
Which once I gave upon the cross to free men from this strife.
His battle won, he works for Me, and he shall win this day
For though the dice is tossed full oft’ ‘tis I shall win the day!

 

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